I'm at my old roommate's house, chillin'. Skin is dry, lips are chapped.
Here's the rundown:
Getting braces on the 15th. Good times? Only to the extent that my teeth will no longer be stupid.
School starts on Sept 9th. And I also have orientation for tutoring.
I think intermediate macroeconomics will be my most difficult class, and then linear algebra.
I still get mistaken for a 16-year-old.
I've made a detailed budget sheet in excel. It makes me feel cool.
I think I'm going to go for a master's in accounting, which means that I'll have to go to a community college or something after I graduate to get some prereqs. Accounting wouldn't be too hard, and I'd always be sure to have a job. It wouldn't be my favorite thing to do, but I also wouldn't hate it. And I could do it from home, I've heard. Or part-time. So that's my longer-term plan.
I love my new guitar.
I'm going to be living on spaghetti, PB&honey sandwiches, and bagels with honey this semester, with the occasional cereal 'n milk, or whatever I have leftover from last semester. 400 dollars per semester, 27 per week. It'll work. I'm frugal.
I bought new scriptures today, and a new case. Mini ones. I wish I knew what the heck happened to my old ones...I wish someone would return them.
I love/hate my new style. I love it because it's different, and because it's obnoxious at myself, but I hate it because it's obnoxious. But it's a lot of fun to pretend to be someone else on the outside. Although my insides are still the same. I may put on any image I want, but as soon as I start talking, that image will be ruined and will instantly be replaced with "Chloe". I cannot hide what's inside. I kinda wish I could, just for fun. Just to be obnoxious still. But alas, the Chloeness oozes out from my mouth.
I made cake today. It was awesome.
I don't want school to start. I want to stay on vacation. Which means that it is time for school to start. My vacation meter is filled up for three more semesters.
